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Show 130 exciting as he'd imagined -- that twist in the viscera, heat in the blood -- but there was more to it than just physical feeling. There was his eagerness to see her, that made him run most of the way to school each morning; his longing to have her meet his eyes in class, so that he could search her eyes for some small sign that she might love him too; his thrill when she read aloud the love poems in her stirring voice, and he listened intently so that he could bend the meaning of each line to fit the two of them. And there was his anguish...the time she got into a long discussion, which she obviously enjoyed, with Fred Hollingsted about the inner meaning of some lines of verse, and Karl couldn't understand what they were talking about. Each day he loved her more. He had almost made up his mind that he would stay in high school until graduation, just so he could remain near her for two more years. Almost. But the mill still lured him. At ten to six by the clock on the Canaan City Bank, Karl approached the ticket booth outside the nickelodeon. "I'm Karl Kerner," he told the manager, who was talking to the ticket seller. "I'm Kathleen's brother." "Oh yeah," the manager muttered around the stub of a cigar. "She told me you was gonna play tonight. We got three films on the program --At Jones' Ferry, The New York Hat, and a western. Here's a cue sheet that come with At Jones' Ferry. We didn't get no cue sheets for the other two." Kathleen hadn't mentioned anything about cue sheets -- Karl didn't know what they were. He took the piece of paper the manager handed him and studied it uncertainly. |
